Chapter 220: Chapter 142 [Divine Fortune Halo]
“Yo, scored rewards again?”
Hearing the first notification tone, Zhou Wang wasn’t too surprised; it was just regular system operations.
But seeing the “Grey Magic Ball” upgrade because of the two Heavenly Mountain sisters gave Zhou Wang a small surprise.
Not bad, not bad, Zhou Wang thought, as he had wasted billions on them.
That potion bottle definitely paid off.
Zhou Wang didn’t rush to open the “Golden Magic Ball;” the system never lied to him. Since the rewards were random, there were always limits, but his mind was a bit foggy now. He decided to wait until his spirits were higher to open it, thinking that maybe the outcome could be completely different…
Sometimes people needed to believe in a little magic.
Leaning back in the chair, Zhou Wang opened his phone to start checking the messages he missed in the morning.
After some settings adjustments, Zhou Wang had fewer missed calls, mainly to block off most of the random marketing calls.
Zhou Wang remembered the most ridiculous call he ever got, asking if he needed to buy a high-end cemetery with feng shui benefits, listing a bunch of successful people who were already buried there…
Damn, I’m only twenty-two!
Zhou Wang noticed Jiang Qingkui had called him once, but since he didn’t pick up, she switched to leaving him a message on WeChat, asking him to call her back when he got a chance.
There were also many WeChat messages he needed to reply to.
Like Su Yajing, who sent him various short videos daily to report about her health status, though Zhou Wang didn’t really care. Yet, Su Yajing would share what she was doing or who she was with almost every hour, even though Zhou Wang rarely could reply to her on time…
She would insist, “I want to give my boyfriend the greatest sense of security,” but Zhou Wang understood that this was her way of seeking security herself.
And then there was Jiang Mo, who sent him good morning and good night messages with machine-like punctuality. The good morning at 7:45 was the time her alarm rang every day, though occasionally, it came at 7:46…
Ever since Zhou Wang set this “task,” for nearly a month now, Jiang Mo hadn’t forgotten once.
Looking at the chat interface, seeing Jiang Mo’s consistent “Good morning” at 7:45, and her lunch updates at noon, Zhou Wang typed a line, but then he deleted it…
Recently, he hadn’t given Jiang Mo any new “tasks,” not just because he was too busy, but also due to a little self-conflict he hadn’t sorted out.
This feeling stemmed from when he met Cui Min’er at the swimming pool, but it might have sprouted earlier. He only became aware of it then.
He couldn’t explain what he was conflicted about; he just found himself distracted whenever he thought about Jiang Mo…
That didn’t seem like a good sign.
There were many other messages that needed replies too. People like Yu Duo wanted to game with him, Shen Yutong asked about her clothes, Hua Suisui told him a cold joke in Chuanyu dialect, and Ding Yi wanted to see Dr. Chen’s concert with him…
After Zhou Wang replied to each with simple responses, his stomach suddenly growled.
Looking up, he saw that the Mercedes S350 was passing by Ming City Stadium. Zhou Wang thought for a moment and decided to have the driver pull over.
…
“Thoughtful work, I basically have nothing to add.”
Zhou Wang squinted while on the phone, leaning against the tree shade, with a cup of tea in front of him, and a pair of skillful hands handling the tea set.
“Oh right, Qingkui, regarding your suggestion, I have a friend in the tourism business. Why don’t you contact him? He should be able to arrange it. Yeah, yeah… Thank you and Qianqian for the hard work. Okay, bye-bye.”
Jiang Qingkui was mainly asking Zhou Wang for his opinion on a series of arrangements for his “glorious return home.” Her plan was indeed thorough, covering many aspects Zhou Wang hadn’t considered. Zhou Wang was quite satisfied with the first answer this secretary gave him.
However, time was tight, and she was going to be busy today…
Of course, this didn’t concern Zhou Wang much.
After hanging up the phone, Zhou Wang stretched lazily with satisfaction.
“Sister Shu, is there some reason behind the arrangement of your little courtyard? It always feels so comfortable to just sit here, and the gentle breeze is just amazing…”
Wearing a light silk qipao with her hair styled up, Chen Shu sat across from the tea table, gently handling the tea set, and smiled subtly.
“When I acquired this place back then, I invited a renowned master to guide the feng shui layout, so it’s all quite particular here.”
Her figure possessed a certain “modesty” of goodness, which was especially apparent in such a body-revealing qipao.
Simply put, where she should be curvy, she was curvy; where she should be soft, she was soft. Her stomach wasn’t entirely flat, showing a slight bump, but instead, it mysteriously added to her charm.
Coupled with the elegant temperament time had given her, from Zhou Wang’s point of view, just by her appearance, she was the epitome of a man’s ideal image of a virtuous wife and loving mother…
Zhou Wang happened to pass by “Cloud Residence” and thought he might as well have lunch there. Since Jiang Qingkui and Xu Wenqian were both out, he would be alone if he went back, so why not enjoy a cup of tea here.
Lunch was personally cooked by Chen Shu for him, consisting of three dishes and a soup.
A braised meatball with mint, spicy stir-fried beef with small chili, a simple stir-fried okra, and a soup made to counteract alcohol with pickled vegetables.